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Hey Fishy, hope you’re ok. Look, uh, I get why you’re hanging out with your fish right now and uh, yeah just to say that if you did wanna come and get your dinner it’s keeping warm in the oven. Oh and I’m going to head out for a walk before it gets too dark so if you wanted to go and get food without… y’know… I won’t be there so uh y’know it’s a good opportunity. If that’s what you wanted. Uh, please do eat something. Um… look if you wanted to y’know talk at some point, I mean no pressure, when you’re ready or if y’wanted… only if you did then uh, I would like that. But only if you want to… talk, that is. You know what I’m gonna start this again. Why did I say that out loud? Shut up Tracy y’grade A muppet. Ok stop button…
~~~~~~~ end voice note ~~~~~~~
If Gordon had played the voice note once, he had played it a dozen times.
Scott only rambled when he was actually bothered about something. Not annoyed, not frustrated but… actually bothered.
And the rumour that had landed in his inbox a few hours earlier - Scott at a psych place in Nashville - was still tumbling about his mind when he received it. He’d brushed it off as more useless gossip and speculation, but… what if it had been true?
Maybe his brother had meant it when he said he was going to see someone after… well. The lightning incident. Truthfully, Gordon hadn’t given it all that much thought - Scott was fine, One had been fished out of the water, and trying to break down exactly what had happened was…
Well.
Enough to push Scott into actually talking to someone for help? It seemed rather impossible but then, that word really did hold little meaning on the island.
“You know he’s going to come in here and watch you guys now. Don’t worry, he’s not an actual bird, just thinks he is one.”
His chat to the occupants of the tank had been ongoing for the last ten minutes as he’d gone about the daily tank routine, testing the water with practiced ease as he had vented at the rather unaware occupants.
“He thinks you’re cute. Which is revolutionary for him, I don’t think he’s ever found anything that lives in the water cute. I dunno what’s going on with him but this is a change so… no pressure. And you…” He turned his gaze to the tank to his left, a rather innocent looking little eel poking its head out between the rocks, mouth ajar. “ He’s still afraid of you. No teeth. Be nice.”
